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You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
the only ones willing to positively engage with your kind are equally mentally ill "people", all of you are acting like caricatures of caricatures (ad infinitum) of one another to the point you don't even try to trick people that you act like women.
Your kind abuses drugs just to "cope" with daily life (the issue is you). You will never pass, your face (or what is visible due to the bangs) looks off, your personality is boring at best and annoying at worst, and your behavior is horrid.
You act overly sexual and stereotypical, "ketamine" isn't funny, "weed" isn't funny, "puppygirls" aren't funny, fuck an internalized misogynist, you're an externalized misogynist (though you probably salivate at yuri or traps, or whatever similar media you engage in). You repeat the same few "jokes" about having a penis.
You were possibly surprised about slightly better skin post HRT because you've never used any sort of skincare before, you have a 5' o clock shadow. Your hygiene is lacking, and despite everything you still look masculine.
Your "humor" boils down to self deprecation, edgyness and layers upon layers of irony. You don't have a good relationship with your parents (I wonder why). People may be nice to you every so often, but most likely it's just pity. You're lonely, you probably transitioned because you're lonely.
Your dismissiveness is a poorly enforced defense mechanism, your brain does not want you to acknowledge how sad you actually are.
You don't have a smidge of self-respect, much less respect for others. But you're "le totally owning xD :3"!!
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